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DAUGHTER OF DAUGHTERS
She is not the first spark,
She remembers the match.
Her mother held storms in her bones,
Grandmother—river with teeth, biting back
Women fed worlds on worn kitchen floors
Babies and poems from nothing at all.
This isn’t burden she carries inside—
It’s a map. It’s a door. It’s a call.

She didn’t just inherit the flame,
She learned how to aim it,
How not to burn out,
How not to disappear.

She’s a daughter of daughters,
Fire in her name.
What was broken behind her
Won’t break her the same.
She doesn’t shrink, doesn’t soften,
Doesn’t ask to be spared—
She comes from women who lived
So she could live more than they dared.

Roots wrap tight round her calves like a vow,
Memory refusing to loosen its grip.
Blood hums with voices that lived on half-grace,
Stitched whole worlds from a shortage of it.
They turned “not enough” into dinner and song,
Into thunder that rattled the room.
She’s the echo that answers them now—
“I hear you. I’m carrying you.”

She’s a daughter of daughters,
Storm-steady spine.
What they survived in silence
She’ll speak into light.
She doesn’t bow to the mirror,
Doesn’t pray to be small—
She comes from women who lived
And she will not live half at all.

She grows daughters of body or dream,
Lets them want the whole orchard, not just a limb.
She won’t fit herself into a fruit bowl frame—
She’ll be the tree. She’ll say her own name.
Hands in the soil, voice unthinned,
Breasts unashamed, beginning again.
Womanhood isn’t a wound or a test—
It’s a well.
She drinks it herself.

She’s a daughter of daughters,
And the line keeps on.
What ends with her fear
Starts after she’s gone.
A girl laughs somewhere down the hall—
Hear the future declare:
This isn’t inheritance,
It’s evolution in lavender air.

She doesn’t ask what she’s allowed to be—
She asks softly, fiercely:
What will grow from me?

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